Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
cv313,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.